That's one thing Earthlings might learn to do, if they tried hard enough: Ignore the awful times and concentrate on the good ones.

My ancestors came over from Germany about the time of the Civil War and one of them lost a leg and went back to Germany.

If it weren't for the people always getting tangled up with the machinery... Earth would be an engineer's paradise.

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

Has any psychological experiment yielded a more delightful suggestion than this one: that there is a part of the mind without ambition or information, which nonetheless is expert on what is beautiful?

I am an atheist (or at best a Unitarian who winds up in church quite a lot).

I wonder now what Ernest Hemingways dictionary looked like, since he got along so well with dinky words that anybody can spell and truly understand.